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I can feel the freezing cold wind blowing into my face, I can feel butterflies flying in my stomach saying I'm so nervous and really scared. The other competitors are all looking around, waiting to start the very exhausting race. The wet, cold and really disgusting mud was everywhere. It felt like I was going to faint. I am really worried about how long It going take to finish the race. Is everyone going to pass me? I heard the starter buzzer go, I started to sprint.

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